Chapter 2
Sawyer
I wake to the sounds of the city echoing through my thin windows, already driving me nuts. Grabbing my pillow, I pull it over my face and try to smother myself. My head is still pounding with the headache that started before I got into bed last night, and the honking taxis outside my window isn’t helping a damn thing.
Fuck!
I scream into the pillow, emptying as much of my frustration into it as I can until the upstairs neighbor stomps on the floor. My pulse lightens, all the sounds disappear, then I take a deep breath, tasting the pillowcase when I do.
Slumping, I let the pillow fall to the side and stare at the water-stain on my ceiling. It used to look like a dancing lady or something, but now it’s a blob. Hell, it’s the blob that ate everything. If there’s any f***
